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#Post#: 3527--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Nivalia Date: February 6, 2018, 12:30 pm
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Nivalia, now more awake, stretches and gets up into her hooves.
She trots over to Tinder, noting the chilling sparks from her
horn. Niv places a hoof on her friend's shoulder. Her usual
cooling sensation would reach out to the orange unicorn. "Don't
worry too much, dear," she tells her in a lowered tone,
"everything's gonna be alright."
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Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: February 7, 2018, 9:19 am
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Foxtrot looks over to Mana as he offers to look at the lock.
"Sounds like a good idea. I'll do a sweep around the building to
see if there's any other clues I can find." The unicorn
approaches the front door and opens it. He peers out and around
but finds nothing notable yet. "Call out of you need me for
anything." With that said, the stallion ventures out. He would
first walk around the perimeter of the building, then bound and
leap his way to the roof.
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Re: Weaver
By: Onyx Lotus Date: February 10, 2018, 2:11 pm
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As the two mares argued and one of them recounted what had
happened, a certain unicorn lingered behind the rest of the
group. Nyx had awoken at the scream as well, and the rumors she
had heard concerning Weaver and the danger it might be in had
been sharp in her mind as she descended the stairs and quietly
approached the group from behind. Hearing of the robbery, the
gears starting turning in Nyx's head. Though on the surface, it
looked like a crime had been committed than had nothing to do
with the trouble she had anticipated, Nyx didn't believe in
coincidences.
Instead of spending the day keeping a general eye on things like
she had planned, she had checked into the Green Lion, set an
alarm and laid down intending to rest for just an hour or so.
For some reason or other, the alarm did not go off and Nyx had
slept through the entire day, not budging until the scream.
Knowing she may have lost valuable time, she decided now was not
the time to hang back. She cleared her throat slightly as to not
startle the ponies she was standing behind, and made her way to
the counter. She passed multiple ponies that she recognized from
the train station, but she didn't pause until she was in front
of the two staff members. "Onyx Lotus," she said in way of
introduction as she dipped her head. "If I may ask, what exactly
was the nature of the project that was stolen?" She had
recognized Spirit's brief hesitation and vagueness as trying to
keep information secret, but that didn't deter her. It could be
important.
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Re: Weaver
By: Faded Glory Date: February 11, 2018, 12:59 pm
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"Like I said, I was already up, so it's not a problem." Glory
reassures Spirit and Alacrity, "I probably wouldn't be able to
get back to sleep for a while anyway." She just nods her head
when Spirit blurts out what happened, having already figured
that might be the case, and is a bout to inquire further when
Thunder falls down the stairs. She winces as he stumbles out and
rolls her eyes when he declares that "Someone better be dead."
She turns back as Spirit asks Mana what he knows about magic
that might let someone sneak in. Glory has in fact encountered
things that can do what Spirit suggests several times, though
none of them would likely be interested in breaking into a
potion shop. "Are you sure it was magic they used?" She asks,
stepping forward to the counter. "I know a thing or two, too.
Had to get security set up for my own business." She listens to
the explanation, nodding. "Was anything else taken or was it
just the special project? If it was just a random burglary
because the door was unlocked, I'd expect other things to be
missing."
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Re: Weaver
By: Mana Burn Date: February 11, 2018, 5:51 pm
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“It’s a-!” Spirit attempted to answer only to be impeded by
Alacrity’s hoof being shoved in her face. This did not seem to
stop Spirit from finishing what she was saying however as she
continued to speak and gesture regardless of how muffled she had
become.
“A very private matter!” Alacrity continued for her, clearly not
willing to spill the beans on the lifted goods, “Something
related to our place of business we would rather not show off
and explain to every random guest in the building. All you need
to know is that it belongs to us and is missing… Or is it? Maybe
nothing is missing? Perhaps this was all a joke?” One final
desperate attempt to deflect the concerns being shown, soon
abandoned with a defeated sigh and slump of shoulders as she
pulled her hoof back to her side.
“-even through a gnarly thunderstorm that's tossing buildings
into the air!” Spirit finished as if she hadn’t been stopped at
all. Alacrity looked on the verge of making a comment over what
Spirit had blurted out, but instead just side glanced at Spirit,
shook her head and walked over towards the room leading to the
back room.
“If you’re going to be rummaging through our store I may as well
supervise,” giving in, Alacrity pushed open the door leading to
the back and stepped to the side as Spirit charged past her with
a wave for the others to follow while Alacrity continued with a
biting frustration, “I only ask that if any of you are going to
get involved that only those of you who legitimately think they
can help come along. I don’t need every sleep walking tourist
knocking into our things.” She blinked then rubbed her eyes and
spoke again.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get much sleep, and this has been
stressful. Just please be careful and don’t touch anything you
don’t have to. This *is* an alchemy shop so we do have some
ingredients back here that can elicit allergies and cause some
unwanted effects if not handled correctly.
“To answer your question,” she’d say to Glory as she waited for
everyone interested in helping to file in, “nothing else was
taken, but I don’t consider that a surprise. If it wasn’t random
then Alkahest probably shot off about something he was working
on like he often does. He has a few rivals that sometimes get
jealous and poke around so if it was one of them we’d be able to
start narrowing it down. If it was random then I’d be more
surprised if they hadn’t taken it. You could call it an eye
catcher.”
The back room was packed with near countless and differently
labeled jars, bottles and boxes stuffed into every conceivable
crevice that could make for an even halfway decent space for
storage. Exotic ingredients of different colors, shapes and
animation rest suspended, piled and bubbling in clear containers
sealed with everything from wax and corks to paper and cotton.
Mobility back here was restricted, the room clearly not intended
for more than one or two ponies to comfortably work at any given
time. Space was tight with even the air not being viable for
skipping over the tables. The ceiling hung lower here than the
rest of the building and was cluttered with hanging sacks and
nets of yet more ingredients intended for both the shops main
cauldron inhabiting the center of the room and the various
beakers, alembics, vials and flasks spread across the tables
bordering it. There were windows, but one wouldn’t think so
without carefully peering past the cluttered notes, shelves,
satchels and drawings that covered nearly every inch of the
walls and made most of them difficult to reach. The single
window that was readily available was situated next to the back
door that led outside, currently left open by a few inches and
inviting a mild though pleasant draft.
“No photography,” Alacrity dryly declared, Spirit already
situated back near the door and window with a hoof pointing
towards a section of the tables to the right that was
surprisingly bare. The few things here consisted of a bundle of
labels like those on each item displayed in the shop, some
writing supplies, crumpled discarded pieces of paper and a small
sign near the edge and clearly intended to draw the eye.
“Do not touch until the world is ready.” It read, the cursive
matching that of the signature proudly inked onto the labels.
“That’s where it was,” Spirit explained, Mana going around the
opposite side of the room to look at the door while Thunder
decided on investigating the table, “I heard the noise, then
came back here, saw the door was opened and then found the table
empty and was… mildly startled.” Her eyes shifted, and Thunder
smirked as he flicked the little sign on the table with his
hoof.
“’Until the world is ready’?” he quoted with an amused grunt,
“They aren’t going to accidentally spark a worldwide revolution
with this thing, are they?”
Alacrity, who had been watching the move of every guest like a
hawk since they came back there, blew a raspberry at the idea.
“It’s just our cousin being dramatic. He thinks everything he
comes up with is going-uh, ah! Careful!” she cut herself off
when she saw Thunder take a step back and nearly brush against a
small and slightly glowing pink substance on the floor collected
in a dusty pile as if spilt. Thunder stopped in place and
followed Alacrity’s line of sight to the stuff then took a quick
step away and shifted his focus between it and the mare.
“Wh-what? What is it? Is it gonna bite me? What?!”
“No, just… don’t touch it. Spirit!”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t see. I’ll take care of it.” Spirit squeezed
past a couple ponies and began to rummage through a cupboard
popping her head back out only after having found a bottle of
clear thick liquid. With it between her teeth, Spirit sidled her
way past more ponies until she reached the powder where she
opened and poured its contents over the substance causing it to
quickly dilute and lose its color before becoming an only
vaguely pink and sticky puddle on the floor. Spirit would start
trying to clean it up with a rag while Thunder would go on to
ask:
“How long do I have left to live?”
“You’re fine,” Alacrity answered.
“Whatever this stuff is that got stolen,” Mana spoke up from the
door, having diverted his attention from the lock to watch
Thunder be threatened by pink dust, “should we be wearing
protective gear? How dangerous is it?”
“It’s not. I was just being careful. It wouldn’t have hurt you
it just would have been inconvenient and probably made you feel
a little dizzy. Mostly I just wanted to get rid of it since
Alkahest would blow a gasket if we let any trace of it get out
for someone else to run tests and attempt to recreate it.
“To be perfectly honest with you, this stuff is really mundane
and uninteresting. It’s really not worth all this trouble and
I’m pretty annoyed that we have to freak out about it now.”
“Aww…” Spirit whined as she cleaned, “there’s some glass down
here…”
“Great. So, they not only stole from us but vandalized some
property while they were at it.”
“Hey, Mana,” Thunder called over, “How’s the door?”
“I can’t quite tell yet,” Mana replied, “I don’t see any damage
on the lock or signs of forced entry on the door or frame. Give
me a few more minutes.”
#Post#: 3535--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Tinder Date: February 12, 2018, 11:11 am
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As they all walk off Tinder decides to follow behind, maybe she
can be of some help here. Fearful that her malfunctioning magic
will set off something in the room she rushes over to the door,
standing a little bit behind Mana and poking her head in closer
to have a good look. She whispers a quick, "Sorry" in Mana's
direction as she notices the chilling sparks from her horn
hitting him. Taking a brief moment to look over the lock before
stepping back, clearing her throat slightly as she tries to get
their attention, "It's been picked... the damage is minimal but
it's there if you know how to look for it. They're well trained,
they know how to cover their tracks."
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Re: Weaver
By: Foxtrot Date: February 14, 2018, 11:54 am
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Foxtrot wouldn't find anything on the roof. Or on the streets,
or anything around the building for that matter. He was about to
give up though until something caught his eye. A bright pink
substance nestled amongst the grass. The stallion leaps down and
trots over to examine it. It seems to be making a trail away
from... wait, would that be the back room? He leans down to take
a closer look. A glittering pink substance which seems to trail
of away from the building. Although his first instinct is to
poke it, he holds back though. Looking up, he sees the door
leading in and trots towards it. Foxtrot gently taps his hoof on
it, "Guys? I found something out here."
#Post#: 3537--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Nivalia Date: February 14, 2018, 12:03 pm
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Nivalia... has fallen asleep. She is a sleepy mare.
#Post#: 3538--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: Onyx Lotus Date: February 14, 2018, 3:18 pm
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Nyx sighed quietly when Alacrity prevented Spirit from revealing
more information, but she understood the mare’s reaction. Nyx
was unknown to them, and she knew she certainly liked to keep
research under wraps until it was ready. She followed them into
the backroom and looked around in fascination. Nyx found
shopping pretty much the most boring activity in the world.
Possessions weren’t as important when one can make most objects
at of pure energy, and have them work just as well than their
more traditional counterparts. A shop like this, however, was
incredible.
She stopped gawking when heard someone tapping on the back door.
Fortunately already fairly close, she pushed past a few ponies
and stuck her head out. The tan stallion looked familiar as
well, probably from the train station. Nyx squeezed out the door
and looked around. Eyes landing on the pink substance, she
trotted over and tilted her head. “Spirit?” she called out.
“Could your cousin’s… project leave a pink residue if it was
moved?” A bit more quietly, she murmured, “ Or was something
else stolen as well?”
#Post#: 3539--------------------------------------------------
Re: Weaver
By: PLO Date: February 17, 2018, 8:53 pm
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Why is it taking so long to comb my mane? Of course PLO knows,
he's let himself charge a bit much. The dry heat of the area
meant he'd been conducting less than normal, so he'd let himself
go longer than normal without discharging, evidenced by the
frequency of flashes in his mane and tail, and brightness of his
cutie mark. He pulls the comb through a few more times, then
tucks it away with a huff. Ugh, who cares? Presentation is
important, but he just doesn't care that much right now. He'll
just go and find out why his sleep is being interrupted, then
get back to that interrupted sleep. He tosses on his cloak and
tramps out of his room, his steady tread making plenty of noise
on the floorboards.
They stop when he reaches the staircase, and he pauses to make
sure nobody's looking, then caaaaarefully steps down, placing
each hoof firmly before moving the next, keeping three hooves in
contact at all times until he's past the first few steps. Then
it's clomp clomp clomp again with his heavy hoof falls the rest
of the way. No headache for me tonight, he thinks with a defiant
smirk, then scowls again as he walks, following the sounds of
talking to the back room. He doesn't enter, though, it looks
crowded enough in there without his bulk in there.
He arrives in time to hear questions about if anything else was
stolen. A thief was on the premises? "It is most distressing to
hear this," he states firmly from the door, his mane flashing
ominously. "If something has been stolen, I have concerns for
the security of your rooms..."
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